theres a mass without roofs
theres a prison to fill
theres a country soul that reads post no bills
theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
theres a right to obey and theres a right to kill
theres a mass without roofs
theres a prison to fill
theres a country soul that reads post no bills
theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
theres a right to obey and theres a right to kill